Blessed, Even In Dismay.

So today started like any other Wednesday does. I got up around 11:30, left for the most boring class of my life around 12:30, and got home at about 15:30 (3:30 for those none military peeps). Grams and I got home and thought that Gramps had gone somewhere, although we weren't sure. I was checking my email when I noticed my Mom had emailed me. I opened it to find that she was having truck trouble at 12:30. Grams and I figured Gramps was out helping her, well about thirty minutes later we found that Mom had Gramps' truck and that Gramps had been home when we got back from my class. He told us that he had rescued Mom from her truck troubles and lent her his truck until Thursday night. So it was all good in the neighborhood. Then Mom shows up at the house around 16:30 (4:30). She made few phone calls to get parts needed for her truck and any other help/tools she needed. Finally around 18:30 (6:30) Gramps decides to take us to Sugarcreek for dinner. By then Mom was ready to go get her parts and run some other errands she needed to do. Well, he comes the fun part of our day. Mom calls us at about 19:30 (7:30) to tell us that Gramps truck wasn't starting. (Oh joy here we go again.) So after dinner the three of us go and rescue Mom and Harley at the parts shop. After about thirty minutes of trying to get Grandpa's truck working we finally conclude that his starter motor probably went out. Yay, now we have five people, two of which are stuck in Lorain County for a bit, two trucks that don't work and a load of food to get from Sharon's. The stress leave, by this time, was rising and fast. After a lot of yell and almost talking we decide to get the food from Sharon's. Once the food was loaded, everything else seemed to fall into place. We dropped most of the food at Shannon's and then took Mom and Harley home on our way back to our house. It was a long journey full of stress and dismay, but amidst it all we were very lucky. If it were Tuesday, Mom would have been stuck on 611 for about two or more hours. Grandpa would have been going to class at around 15:30 (3:30) and wouldn't be back until about 22:30 (10:30). So she would have been stranded and out of transportation for about a day or so. And Grandpa's truck could have not started somewhere else, like a busy highway, but luckily it didn't. And thanks to a sweetheart of Sharon, Mom would have had to go all the way to Brunswick to get her food. That would have meant more time and gas money in the long run. So counting our blessing we were very fortunate in our misfortune.